“Shorty so seductive dancing on me

it’s the way that she moves that’s making me horny

If I wake up next to her in the morning

I’m a turn over and tell her lets do it again,”

So Seductive

~ Tony Yayo

So Seductive

Jacqueline looked at her piece on the chessboard concentrating on her next move. To say she was in a sticky situation would be a complete understatement. He had her and the sneaky bastard knew it; just by his self-assured smirk on his face and the folding of his arms across his chest.

If she moved one way he would have her Queen and if she moved the other way he would have a checkmate. She looked at the piece then him and then backs at the piece than him again. So she did the only logical and very childish thing to do. With one rapid movement she knocked all the Chess pieces down on the board.

Leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow Jacqueline gave Ace her very own self-assuring smile all the while saying…No one was going to win the game.

Ace ignoring the woman before him went to placing the pieces back in their correct places. His actions made her feel bad, after all it wasn’t his fault that she been locked inside this damn house and that his boss is a no-good-psycho-bastard he was simply the employee. The soft sides to her made her help him set the pieces correctly on the Chessboard.

For the past weeks, Ace was the only companion she had during the day until James came home towards the evening. And even though their few encounters were not so pleasant somehow Jacqueline could say Ace and she were frenemies.

Their conversation was jabs of sarcastic remarks and antagonizing banter from the other. It came to the point that if they had the right ammo they could last for hours, for example they had lasted with their remarks till James came home and even then it didn’t stop…well only until James threaten to shoot them did they stopped.

But nonetheless, the fact of the matter Jacqueline and Ace bonded on their sarcasm.  

“I’m sorry,” she said after the last piece was back in its place.

“Accepted,” he nodded towards her.

“But if you act that way you’re going to the time out corner,” he smirked

“Listen here Mary Poppins-“but he held his hand out as he grabbed his phone and answered it.

Jacqueline stuck her tongue out at him all the while sticking her nose in the air.

Ace shook his head at her childish antics as he listens to his boss commands.

Jacqueline simply looked at her nails the thought to even listen in to their conversation was a no show since Ace was the Jedi Master of one word sentence and keeping his phone volume on low.

There had been plenty of times she tried listen in to their conversation and it was a complete waste of time. To get any kind of information out of these two was like squeezing water from a rock.

Impossible

She simply decided to look at her nails thinking about anything to ease the boredom that she’s been facing this pass month.

James still didn’t trust her, he was afraid that she would run away even after she gave him her word that she wouldn’t. Most important when she agree to become the bastard’s mistress and play by his rules then he was going to release her.

“Jacqueline,” she looked at Ace as he stood beside her with a smirk on his face.

“James wanted me to inform you to get dress for tonight,”

Jacqueline looked at him fazed at his statement if anything he could be playing some sick joke on her. And she didn’t doubt that Ace was low to do such a thing to her.

“James said what?”

“Don’t tell me Jacqueline that you are hard of hearing?” Sarcasm dripping likes acid as he stared at her pointedly.

“Only when it comes to your boss and his stupid commands,” she shot back.

“Well you can tell him that tonight, you’ll be joining him tonight at one of his clubs,” he said

“I’m going out tonight?” she asked skeptical, “This isn’t a joke you’re playing? You’re telling the truth?”

“I have no point in lying to you and I don’t like jokes, so yes you’re going out tonight.”

She couldn’t help the smile that slowly came to her lips at the thought of finally leaving this godforsaken house. Moving out of her seat and practically running out of the room down the hall towards her bedroom to get ready.

Ace couldn’t help but shake his head at the intriguing, yet sometimes annoying woman at her sudden mood swings. He couldn’t help but be thankful she was James problem then his as he went about to get things ready for the night.

It was the first night that Jacqueline was to leave this place and she was going to make sure she looked her best. Despite Ace and James being there, she was happy to leave the house and be around people in general. She might even spot someone who knows her this might give her a chance to finally get away from James. But then again she seriously doubts that.

Taking a shower and washing her hair, her thoughts went back to James. For the past month that she’s been here she took her time to study him. Building a little profile on the devious bastard, from what she gather of him he didn’t allow a lot of people in his home. The only people he allows in his home were Ace and two of his men that were named Tony Chang and Wong Lee.

He didn’t have a maid and chief; he cooked all of his meals and cleaned. He was a serious health nut and most importantly he was an obsessive clean freak and the worst kind.

Like this time before he left for work he saw a smudge in the hallway mirror he didn’t waste any time to clean the mirror. After cleaning the mirror he checked the entranceway to see if anything else was out of order for a good hour and a half before he left.

Knowing this she did everything in her power to discreetly untidy places he would notice. Nothing serious to cause him to go in hysterics after all she wasn’t stupid, but very subtle to cause him to go overboard if it was a big mess.

It was her way of getting even with him.

She was surprise that he didn’t go into a rant about her destroying that room in the basement. She had even been bold as to mention it, but he simply dismissed it.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in her rob she did the necessary toiletries. Drying out her hair with a towel tell it was damped she began to blow-dried her hair.

Her outfit was already lying out, it was a form fitting red-orange dress that was v-cut in the front and shot sleeve and to finish off the look her shoes were gold stilettoes.

James had bought her all types of cloths; from causal wear to evening gowns to cocktail dresses down to some of the most exposing dresses that she wouldn’t even dare walkout the house in or better yet walk around the house.  Along with the dresses he bought her jewelry and other accessories to go along with her cloths.

Being his mistress she had to look the part to even stand with such a man of power. She couldn’t look like everyone else…oh no that was no to be when it came to her. Everything was designer made all the way down to her underwear.

James expects nothing less than perfection and would never settle for less especially when it came to his woman and how they dress. They need to be looked upon with envy by woman and desired by men; however, most importantly everyone had to know that she was his and no one else’s.

She would be automatically be labeled as James woman, whether Jacqueline liked it or not.

Jacqueline begun to curl her hair the center of her thoughts were James. She couldn’t stand him, yet he was the only person she thought about.

She couldn’t understand him; he had too many complex sides to him that it would take a lifetime to figure out and she sure as hell didn’t want to spend a life time with him.

Was he really a cold-hearted bastard or was his as lukewarm like everyone else?

She hated how arrogant and controlling he was and most importantly how he knew everything about everyone else, yet no one most importantly her, she didn’t know anything about him.

It was so freaking frustrating to say the lest and what irritating about the whole situation he knew. She didn’t tell him, but she knew he knew her frustration about the whole mystery about him. She could tell by the way he swagger himself around her or that self-assured smirk of being in control.

Then it was the other most serious frustrating and kept thoughts that she tried to not even pounder on. It was her deep and dirty little secret that she would burn in hell fire before she allowed that egotistic bastard catch wind of.

There will be times when she would look at James in pure appreciation of the sexiest specimen she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t hide it or ignore the fact that James was one sexy as man she has ever seen. Subtly she noticed how his body filled out his suits.

How the fabric to become one with his tone muscular body and seem like a second skin. And when he would bind over to give her a nice view of his backside…dear lord that man’s ass could win first place in a butt completion.

She was simply human, despite he was her kidnapper she couldn’t help the fact that the men was beyond easy on the eyes.

But that wasn’t what caused her such shame, for the behavior that not only frustrated her and caused her disliked was also the behavior that turn her on in a serious deep way that no man she has ever met or dated had ever causes such a reaction.

James had plenty of swaggers that could suffocate the whole damn planet. He held his head high and walked with a confidence that slaughtered anyone from miles away. His control and collectiveness in entrance her. But what could do her undoing was his deep baritone voice that when he spoke it was smooth yet husky.

And shamefully she had to admit that it turned her on in more ways than one. But she would never speak of such to him or show any sign when around him. This was something that she kept locked within her.

This caused many a battle within her for she wasn’t supposed to be thinking of such of her captor. She wished that she could call this Stockholm syndrome but you had to be either harasses, beat, threaten, abuses, or intimidates to feel such for your captor.  

James didn’t harasses her, when he was home he left her alone only speaking with her during dinner, but hell even then he was quiet. He never once raised a hand to her or even yells at her, but then again she didn’t do anything to cause such for him to hit her. His threats at the beginning was nothing life threatening, but then again he did threaten to pull her out the shower naked that one time…but that was it. And James was tall and muscular so of course he intimidated the hell out of her, but then whom he wouldn’t intimidate…this was James.

Stockholm syndrome was not a justify reason that she wanted, nor did she feel any emotion attachment to him, for she didn’t she couldn’t stand his ass with every last fiber within her.

The only logical explanation was that it was plain human nature; his was simply a sexy man and she was a woman who hormones were in appreciation to his sexiness.

Pinning her hair to the left side of her she decided to go with the one side look as her sandy brown curls was pin to the side. Appealing natural color make up to enhance her natural beauty Jacqueline walked out the bathroom to get dress.

She was determining to look her best tonight and enjoy herself despite everything else. And knowing James he might test her tonight to see if she could play her role. If he wanted her to act then by all means she was going to act her ass off.

“Let the games begin,”

Ace stood by the car texting James they were on their way to meet him. Going through his phone for any important messages his eyes went to the door every now and then. He knew all too well how woman like to take their time to get ready, he knew if someone wanted to look their best they took their time to do so.

But when his eyes glance at the door he just didn’t know as to what he was looking at. Ace was never the one to become speechless…that was simply not his style, but at this moment it was the only thing he could do.

Never once did Ace looked at James female companions or had any sort yearning towards them. Due to several reason one being that James wouldn’t hesitate to kill him and two they had very different taste for woman.

But at this moment in time Ace would have to say he wished that he was James right now and couldn’t help but to think that maybe their taste wasn’t so different.

“Ace, are you going to simply look me all night or are you going to open the door for me?” teased Jacqueline.

He looked and notices that she was in front of him she had a smile on her face that made her even more beautiful then she already was.

He cleared his throat as he opened the door for her; she stepped into the Maybach with all the grace he had never seen in a woman. Closing the door Ace shook his head when James saw her tonight…a since of sympathy his boss most definitely had to keep her by his side tonight.

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James looked at the bumping and grinding of the people on the dance floor with mild amusement. He could literally smell sex in the air. Woman dressed in clad dresses that exposed too much that was decent, while men stared predatory picking out their prey.

He watched as people stumble amongst theirselves a sure sign of intoxication, while others held onto their drinks as they grind to the beat.

All in all he was amused; after all they all were giving him their money freely just to have fun. Above VIP in the owner’s private booth, James waited with anticipation for Jacqueline to arrive. He knew that she was expecting a test of sorts and she would be right, he had a few test that she needed to past tonight.

The first of many was when she stepped into the building. He already got a text from Ace saying they had left the house he was simply waiting for his second to text him they were here.

He took a sip of his coffee as threw out commands to the few men he had with him tonight. He could feel his phone buzz in his pocket. Fumbling through his pockets he looked up to the entry way one last time when…

All thoughts about his phone were lost in the image before his very eyes…she didn’t even know the power that she possessed in this moment.

The dress that she wore enfolded her body perfectly displaying her curves that seem to imploring for your touch.  She walked into the room with a vengeance playing little to none of the stares that she was receiving from everyone in the room.

His eyes followed like a starved man in total desperation for nourishment. The way her hips sway and the soft bounce of her hair and chest made him thirsts for her in ways that was un-startling. He could feel his body tighten and a stirring within him that made him want her in a predator that he felt he was going to paunch on her if he didn’t get any control.

He watched as she moved about the room with Ace following along, they climb the stairs that lead to his own personal section of the club.

When she came into view he subtly readjusted himself eyeing her up and down he could feel the predatory inside him ready to snitch her up and take her right there and then.

“Jacqueline,” he nodded his head as he tried to get himself under wraps he didn’t want to petrify her.

“James,” her voice was sultry and low as she looked at him with the look he was becoming all too familiar with.

“Seat,” he patted the spot next to him.

She walked towards him and he could feel his member twitch as she slide over to him in the booth. The fragrance she had on was fruity yet sensual and it was teasing his senses merciless making the predator within him even hungrier with need.

“What fragrance you’re wearing?” he asked she looked at him.

“Heat,” she said.

She simply was asking for him to fuck her...but he couldn’t do that to her not now…he was wanting for the perfect time.

He readjust himself crossing his leg over the other he took a sip of his coffee.

“Wear that more often,” he said subtly.

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It was completely unfair there was no way in hell that man was supposed to be this damn sexy. It was completely unfair to the male gender at how good looking this man was.

Jacqueline couldn’t help but notice how good he looked tonight. He wore a tailored black suit with a black V-neck shirt on, and a navy pocket square. His hair was comb to the front neatly and the cologne was teasing her senses.

“What do you prefer to drink?” his voice interrupting her thoughts.

“Just a glass of red wine,” she said the waiter nodded his head as he walked towards the bar that was on the far left hand side. As she looked over the room she could see a few of James men in the back posted in certain spots. Ace was seated at the bar all the while his eyes were on them; in the front of them she could see the whole view of the club. She could see everyone and everything nothing could be hidden from her view and she guess the life style that James lived you had to always had to be cautious.

Then she thought about her father, when she was young she never though too much about it, but now it seem to creep back on her as if it happen yesterday.

Whenever her father would go out whether it was going to the ice cream shop or a restaurant he father made sure they seat in a spot where he could see everything that was going on and was closest to the nearest exit. She didn’t know how serious it was back then, but being with James now she understood.

The bartender placed her glass of wine in front of her; she smiled at him and gave a quiet thank you. Taking a sip of her wine she could see James looking at her setting her glass down as she looked at him questioningly.

“So what’s on the agenda?”

“Why do you ask such?” he said taking a sip of his coffee.

“I was curious, am I supposed to simply seat here all night and look pretty? Or is there someone who’s coming to join us?” 

“An associate of mines is joining us and I expect you to seat here looking pretty,” he said with an arrogant smirk on his lips.

“And act nice towards me,” his voice becoming a little huskier she gave him a side glance as she took a sip of her wine all the while trying to ignore the tingling feeling deep within her.

“If you can act, dear sweet Jacqueline,” she placed he glassed down and with the tingling feeling disappearing completely.

“Please James…I don’t think it was hard for you’re other woman to pretend either,” she could see the bastard smirk widen with a devious glint in his eyes.

Pressing himself closer to her side with his left arm resting above her head all the while his right hand snaked around to her chin and titling her face towards him, “Don’t speak of things you don’t know…I might surprise you,”

His lips were a few inches from hers and never did she felt so torn…the rational side of her was in total fear of him forcing a kiss from her. She might have the title of Mistress, but she hadn’t performed any physical content with James. Something that she knew in the near future was to happen, yet she hoped no to soon.

The un-rational side of her that was strongly attracted to James was yearning for him to kiss her senselessly with those perfect lips of his. Wondering how it would feel to be kissed by him.

His gaze sent a tightening twisting feeling within her sending this crawling sensation to erupted her skin and the frightening part about this whole ordeal was that it turned her on in ways that she has never felt before.

His head moved a little closer felling those mere inches that separated them. Her body became stiff whether from fear or anticipation she didn’t know. The heat that radiated from his skin reflected on her and she could hear the smooth intakes of air from him.

Her heart was jumping wildly within her and its tempo seemed louder then the music that bumped below them. His thumb was caressing her jaw line send a little vibration to start.

She lick her lips as she closed her eyes waiting for his next move...

“Frank,”

Fluttering her eyes open, James had now turned away and facing forward his hand that once held her face was back to his side. His arm was now resting on her shoulders pulling her closer to his person.

Mentally shaking herself she turned around and followed his lead, after all this was her time to prove the know-it-all bastard that he wasn’t right all the time.

Pressing herself closer to him she rested her right hand on his knees while her left hand was casually placed on the table. A smile on her face she turned towards the person that was name Frank.

Jacqueline couldn’t help but to think that the person name Frank looked as if he stepped out of The Soprano’s and the woman on his arm looked like a Bada Bing stripper.

“James,” Frank nodded his head in greeting to James never noticing 

“Please seat,” James said as he signal the bartender towards them with drinks for the new arrivals.

The bartender walked over towards them setting their drinks in front of Frank and his woman. Jacqueline notices how Frank slipped his hand from his jacket and discreetly gives him a medium orange envelope. She followed the bartender as he walked back to the bar and handed the envelope to Ace. Ace stood from his seat and headed towards a door disappearing inside.

“And who is this beautiful creature you have here James?” his Italian accent came out thick.

She turned to see Frank eyeing her with a twisted sense of humor and a smirk on his face.

“This is my Jacqueline,” came James as he tightens his hold on her. Was it her or was he being too possessive?

The urge to roll her eyes at his statement came out very strong.

“Hello,” she said her smile was bright but her hold on James knee became tight as if signaling him to let up on his hold.

“You have a voice of an angel to match the face,” Frank said which only caused James to tighten his hold even more to Jacqueline.

“Thank you…”

“Call me Frank,”

“Thank you Frank,” she looked towards James the words that she was about to say next she hoped that James didn’t break their cover, “Baby, you were right your friend is a charmer.”

“Right about what, you warn her about me James?” said Frank.

“Anybody in their right minds would warn any woman about you Frank,” James joked as Frank and the woman with him laughed.

“I can see why you’ve been keeping this one from us James,” his accent came out even more thickly as he laughed taking a sip of his drink.

“Afraid someone going to take her James?” he said jokingly.

“I don’t think so, I think I have to worry about someone taking James from me,” the words came out sweet yet held a disgusting taste in her mouth.

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James on the other hand was eating her words up as if they were treats. He couldn’t help but be amused knowing that it was taking everything in her to say such. He could see that Frank had totally forgotten the woman he brought for his attention was only on Jacqueline.

James knew Frank was harmless with his jokes and flirtatious comments, but James was a very possessive man by nature and when he claims something as his. He didn’t share. And even though he had yet to claim Jacqueline she was his.

He looked towards her and his eyes instantly focused on her tantalizing lips. The urge to have one taste, to have her smooth flesh against his, and claiming a little piece of her was tempting.

So when Frank finally noticed his woman speaking with her in harsh whispers, before Jacqueline had fully faced him her lips was smashed with his.

With a sudden move her lips had part and James use that moment to stick his tongue in to taste the sweetness that was Jacqueline.

Her body was stiff for only a second then she became comfortable; it would be bold of him to think that she like him kissing her, but he knew by now Frank was watching them he didn’t give a damn.

Her mouth was warm she tasted like the red wine yet he could tasty a minty ting that only heighten his senses even more. His tongue slowly discovered every little inch of her mouth. To his amazement she was participating in the kiss, her tongue teased his and he could feel the predator in him stir and he knew that if he didn’t stopped right now he was going to do something that was going to scary her senseless and him satisfied.

Jacqueline was the first to break away her lips were red and swollen as she took in huge amount of air. He couldn’t help but to smirk as he turned around to face Frank to his shock and amusement Frank and his date was no longer there and to face him was a very amused Ace.

“What happen to Frank and his date?” James said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“I believe you two scared him off, boss,” he said with amusement on his face.

“It could hardly been that horrific to scary Frank off,” he said as he looked towards Jacqueline, who at this minute was swooshing water around her mouth swallowing it and then taken a huge sip of her wine.

“No I don’t think it scared him more like turn him on,” as he gave James the envelope as he walked away.

He turned to face Jacqueline who had a solemn expression.

“Kissing me can’t be that worst?” he teased narrowed her eyes at him.

“It’s like swallowing lye,” she shot back.

“Ah but I thought I was your baby a minute ago?” her glare become even more apparent he chuckled.

“Baby? You couldn’t think of a better nickname?”

“I think I would blow our cover if I called you a bastard in front of him,” she said as she took a sip of her water, “and if you think I was going to call you big daddy or papi you had –“

“I like that one better,” he said getting up.

“Like what?” she looked at him perplexed

“Big daddy…it has a nice ring to it,” he teased

“Big daddy? You want me to call you big daddy? Have you lost your damn mind I’m not calling you no-“James cut her off.

“Or daddy whichever you prefer?”

“How about hell to the n-“ but once again James cut her off.

“Come one Jack, daddy is about to leave,” he said walking.

She shook her head as she stood from the booth and followed him all the while silently talking mess about the arrogant bastard.

Stepping out of the club James kept his arms around Jacqueline, his hold on her became tight as he noticed the guys that was standing in line stare at her as if she was some piece of meat.

None of them dare to say anything outright to her while she was next to him, but that didn’t stop the stares or him hearing some vulgar comments about her from them when they thought they were quiet.

As the valet pulled to the front his white Zenvo ST1, stepping towards the passenger door he opened the door for her. She walked over towards the car quietly saying thank you she stepped in. Closing the door he gave Ace a few commands and walked around the car giving the valet a tip stepping inside the car he could see Jacqueline check looking around the car with twinkle of admiration.

Stripping his seatbelt on and with a smirk he decided to have some fun. Zipping out of the lane he moved into traffic with full speed.

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Jacqueline couldn’t help but to admire the speed James car was producing, not only did it looked sexy and intimidating but it had speed to back it up. A perfect reflection of its owner. She looked to James he was quiet as he switched lanes and speeding through the streets.

And she couldn’t help but to think about the kiss they shared at the club. It had caught her by surprise. She didn’t know what to think of it at first; she was split with the thought of pushing her off or allowing him to kiss her and simply enjoy it.

Rational thinking was pushed aside as her body took action and allowed him to kiss her. And kiss her he did; all the times she had imagine how would it feel to be kissed by James allowing her imagination to have full reign.

Her imagination did her no justice for what the real thing felt like. His lips were strong and he knew exactly what to do. He didn’t suck on her lips as if it was food or nearly chock her with his tongue like some of the past men she dated. It seemed as if his lips melted with hers and she felled helplessly into his kiss.

The tightening feeling that she felt only hours ago was coming full force and she couldn’t help but to think that it was his fault for making her feel way. More important her fault for allowing her body to take reign then listening to her brain. This was so confusing and unfair that she couldn’t wrap around it.

“Jacqueline,” his voice was smooth as honey as he said her name and oh how she hated the sound of his voice.

She looked at him and notices that they were in front of his house in the driveway. Turning towards him she could see he was looking at her. It was something about that look he gave her that sent chills through her and she couldn’t help but to think that it made him sexier and dangerous.

She mentally shook her head not liking the way her thoughts were leading again.

“Yes, James?”

“You did well tonight,” she could tell that he wasn’t use to giving out compliments by the hesitation in his voice. She smiled at him without the snobbish air that he was used.

“So I’m going to award you,”

“My freedom?” she said sarcastically

“Keeping talking to me in that way I’m going to kiss you again,” she kept quiet which amused him.

So threatening her with kisses from him could cause her to be quiet well maybe he should kiss her more to keep her quiet when she’s throwing little smart ass comments to him and Ace.

“Your reward is a night without me in the house,” he said reaching over to open her door.

“When is that?”

“Right now, I’ll see you in the morning,” he said dismissively.

She shrugged her shoulders and with a faint roll of the eyes stepped out. It wasn’t as if she was going to miss his presence he was in actually doing her a favor.

A night to herself was most definitely what she was in need of especially the events of the night. She really needed to soul search and get her thinking in order without the presence of James around.

“Also don’t think to runaway I will know what you’re doing before you step near the door,” he said.

“Yes oh great one, anything else I can do for you?” her eyes was narrowed.

“Close the door,”

She had an urge to slam the blasted door but thought otherwise in doing such. Closing the door she moved towards the house and opening the front door.

James watched as she stepped into the house and locked the door was when he decided to pull off. He couldn’t be in the house with her tonight, because he knew without a doubt that he was going to fuck Jacqueline to oblivion.

He could feel his member stiffen as he watched her hips sway while walking to the entrance of the house. It took everything in him not to jump out the car, pick her up, ripping that dress from her body, taking her in the entranceway of the house.

Was she unaware of her body and the reactions it provoked the insides of a man? How so seductive she was?

His hands were griping the stirring wheel as he thought taking hold of them and slamming himself within her tight little hole.

But instead he grabbed his phone and dialed one number the person answer the phone in one ring.

“Roxanne be ready,” he said hanging up the phone and speeding back to the city as his mind was surround on Jacqueline.